WRITING POEMS IS DRUDGERY
It’s such a lot of work
I’m sure nobody reads them
And folks think that I’m a jerk
My friends urge me to carry on
But really what’s the use
Writing what I’m feeling
Leaves me open to abuse
I’m hashing out the pros and cons
In order to decide
If I should struggle onward
Or just let the rhymes subside
Is it to be or not to be
That’s what I must decide
To go on scratching paper
Or to cast it all aside
The thinking on this matter
Comes from many different schools
All I have to add my friends
Is “Happy April Fools!”

Thoughts? jeffburkhart@primetimerhymes.com

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